SOL: Trifecta

The same way
Bosch envisioned the garden of
Earthly delights
The same way I find you
Always on your knees, how I
Imagine succumbing would taste
Sensory overload, rampant pleasure
A deep cacophony of sounds
One after another, unrelated yet
Fitting all the same
The same way Eve bit into
The apple, the same way I tauntingly
Hover over you as you
Beg for a taste

3AM Thoughts // AKA “You Are Art Personified.”

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SOL: Carve

He asked how sculptors can
Make marble look so soft
But he was looking at me
When he asked it

3AM Thoughts // AKA “I Want To Chip Away All That Isn’t You.”

MIND: Mierda

I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…

// Frida Kahlo

MIND: Mastery

The Pope asked Michelangelo: Tell me the secret of your genius. How have you created the statue of David, the masterpiece of all masterpieces?

Michelangelo’s answer: It’s simple. I removed everything that is not David.

The Art of Thinking Clearly // Rolf Dobelli